Lyrics:

And if that's not loving me
Then all I've gotta say

God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Disneyland, Mother Goose and no nursery rhymes

God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when my self is feelin' low
I look across her face aglow to ease my mind

Oh, sometimes I call her up at home knowin' she's busy
And ask if she could get away and meet me and grab a bite to eat
And she drops what she's doing and she hurries down to meet me
And I'm always late
But she sits waiting patiently
Smiles when she first sees me 'cause she's made that way

And if that's not loving me
Then all I've gotta say

God didn't make the little green apples
It don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
And there's no such thing as make believe
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves and BB guns

God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
I say, when my self is feeling low